Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Austria and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Gerry Rafferty to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
The Knickerbockers,
Fatback Band,
Fad Gadget,
Reuben Wilson,
PIL,
The Human League,
LL Cool J,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Names,
John Coltrane,
John Lydon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Outsiders,
Subhumans,
Mission of Burma,
Spandau Ballet,
Angry Samoans,
Lightning Bolt,
Adolescents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dead Boys,
The Fugs,
Newcleus,
Bobby Sherman,
Mo-Dettes,
Audionom,
Tres Demented,
Pantaleimon,
Urselle,
Bootsy Collins,
Swans,
Zero Boys,
Hashim,
The Litter,
Thompson Twins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bronski Beat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
World's Most,
UT,
K-Klass,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tears for Fears,
Joy Division,
DJ Sneak,
The Pop Group,
The United States of America,
EPMD,
Panda Bear,
the Human League,
DNA,
Amazonics,
Pagans,
Todd Terry,
Sällskapet,
The Divine Comedy,
David Axelrod,
Liliput,
Nirvana,
Wally Richardson,
The Offenders,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.